Melody or lyrics.

How can you tell if you are listening to a actual good song? Do you go by its melody, and let your self be pushed away by it's compilation of musical notes? As they drive you away for all man-made feelings, and you can actually feel something genuine coming from your self. And not mirroring the artists emotions... Melody is a form art, and communication, but this communication is not meant to be between humans. It goes far more away from that.
Melody completes emotion, gives color and texture to it. Of course that great poets made beautiful work of arts by mixing words and produce emotions trough sentences.

La nostra infinita abnegazione. by Agnes Cecile.

But what happen when you want to express a feeling, or emotion, that you can not put it into words?


Melody takes communication to a hole different level. Upwards to a destination that you decide. Trough all of emotions that you can can name and other that you... can't.


What happen when a melody is greater that the lyrics?
Humans have classical music and pop music -- the two opposite poles of the organization of sounds, both figurative and literal.

Quality? It's relative. I say the melody is and musical notes played are our first approach to music. Lyrics are just a way to label them, and approach all kinds of public to it.


Still... This Modern Love has me.

To be lost in the forest
To be cut adrift
You've been trying to reach me
You bought me a book
To be lost in the forest
To be cut adrift
I've been paid
I've been wait
Don't get offended
If I seem absent minded
Just keep telling me facts
And keep making me smile
Don't get offended
If I seem absent minded
I get tongue-tied
Baby, you've got to be more discerning
I've known never known what's good for me
Baby you've go to be more demandingI will be yours
I'll pay for you, anytime
You told me you wanted to eat up my sadness
Well jump on, enjoy, you can gorge away
You told me you wanted to eat up my sadness
Baby, you've got to be more discerning
I've known never known what's good for me
Baby, you've got to be more demanding
I will be yours
What are you holding out for?
What's always in the way?
Why so damn absent-minded?
Why so scared of romance?
Ah, ah, ah. 
This modern love, breaks me
Ah, ah, ah. 
This modern love, wastes me
Do you wanna come over and kill some time?
Tell me facts, tell me facts, tell me facts
Tell me facts
Throw your arms around me.